“You are a very good guesser, then, Miss Nancy. Perhaps you would like to see a picture of the young lady who is as brave as you are.”
“Do show it to us,” they exclaimed with enthusiasm.
Mr. Moore opened a table drawer and produced a large photograph of the same beautiful girl whose face they had seen hardly an hour before smiling at them from the postcard.
“How pretty she is!” ejaculated Nancy.
“Isn’t she?” he answered quite frankly.
“And is she a Mormon?” demanded Mary.
“She isn’t; but her father is,” he answered, a frown wrinkling his brow. “Her father is the most confounded old Mormon that ever grew up in the faith. He thinks that all non-Mormons are just kittle-kattle.”
“And is that the reason—” began Nancy, while her friends trembled for fear of what the inquisitive child would ask next.
“The reason I was so blue?” he asked gently. “It certainly was. You guessed right again. If you had six guesses, I believe you would get six secrets from me, Miss Nancy,” he laughed.
“Then you are not a Mormon?” asked Billie.